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layne67Title : All things bright and beautiful
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angstslashhope
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : non-explicit Sam / Dean
Summary : Sam and Dean seen through the eyes of one Mister Bun.
Told from the POV of Sam's stuffed rabbit, Mister Bun was there right from the very beginning; from when Sam was just a baby to his teen-years to the time Sam left for Stanford and to the time he came back. Bittersweet and written with a dream-like feel to it, it's like revisiting your own childhood with the scraped knees and all.
*****
The first thing you’re aware of is something touching you. Holding you. Gripping more like; hands. Tiny hands. That’s the first sensation.
There are more sensations, then, things you come to know as colour and shape all wrapped up in sight, but at this point it’s all warm and blurred. Smell; sweet with an edge of acidity. Sound.
Dad, he’s stickin’ it in his mouth! Sammy, no!
Dean, just let him. That’s what babies do. They test things with their mouth. They’re just getting to know each other.
Damp.
Tell you what though, Dean. I bet he needs a name. Can you help your brother pick a name?
Buh! Louder, all round you, sticky and sinking into every gnawed fibre.
Bun, Dad, he said Bun! Mister Bun.
*****
ETA Oh my goodness, this is only a part of one long verse In Memoriam *GLEE!!!!*
Author :
angstslashhopeRating : PG-13
Pairing : non-explicit Sam / Dean
Summary : Sam and Dean seen through the eyes of one Mister Bun.
Told from the POV of Sam's stuffed rabbit, Mister Bun was there right from the very beginning; from when Sam was just a baby to his teen-years to the time Sam left for Stanford and to the time he came back. Bittersweet and written with a dream-like feel to it, it's like revisiting your own childhood with the scraped knees and all.
*****
The first thing you’re aware of is something touching you. Holding you. Gripping more like; hands. Tiny hands. That’s the first sensation.
There are more sensations, then, things you come to know as colour and shape all wrapped up in sight, but at this point it’s all warm and blurred. Smell; sweet with an edge of acidity. Sound.
Dad, he’s stickin’ it in his mouth! Sammy, no!
Dean, just let him. That’s what babies do. They test things with their mouth. They’re just getting to know each other.
Damp.
Tell you what though, Dean. I bet he needs a name. Can you help your brother pick a name?
Buh! Louder, all round you, sticky and sinking into every gnawed fibre.
Bun, Dad, he said Bun! Mister Bun.
*****
ETA Oh my goodness, this is only a part of one long verse In Memoriam *GLEE!!!!*
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Date: 2008-05-22 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-22 03:05 am (UTC)My favourite part was when Dean used the button from his own shirt to replace Mr Bun's eye, and it was a red button and Mister Bun saw everything red more clearly after that - the blood, the flush on Sam's face ...
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Date: 2008-05-22 08:32 am (UTC)Thank you for the rec. I like stories about Little Sammy.
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Date: 2008-05-22 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-22 08:49 am (UTC)*waves*
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Date: 2008-05-22 12:57 pm (UTC)